The Fallen

It is an ominous, still night. The sky is pitch black and the white circular decoration of the moon has vanished. The wind ceases to blow, and the trees don't sway; no beast or being is astray. It seems like the calm before the storm.

Suddenly, a ball of fire falls from the sky and hits the ground in the middle of a thick forest with a giant thud that creates tremors that could shake the entire region, leaving a massive crater on the ground. The area, as still as a tiger waiting to pounce on a gazelle, suddenly wakes up with a fury as the sky rumbles and angry clouds gather around fast, as if to protect the sky from an impending disaster.

The ball of fire turns out to be a human figure - a woman, who lies inside the crater covered with a dark mass of soot and dirt, along with a tangled mess of her hair that once would have been beautiful long tresses. She also wears a sheer robe that is now tattered and singed. Her whole body shakes with pain as she lay drenched in her blood. She is a beauty, no less than a celestial being, and she struggles to get up.

It was for the first time since she was created that Celestia felt physical pain. Of course, she had felt mentally exhausted, but never had she felt such throbbing in her body before, with every nerve ending in her body pulsing and coursing through every atom of her being, like lightning sparks - her body burned, and her mouth reflected it with a sad wailing of endless agony before she became still.

As she drifts into unconsciousness, Celestia wonders if that is the pain that humans must have experienced all those nights when she had heard their whispers - prayers of people who pleaded to end their hearts' aching, bereaving their loved ones, overcoming the solitude and void left by the dead and the living who left their kith and kin to misery. These were only some among the many other whispers she had heard, for it is the moon alone who listens to the woes of those on Earth without their knowledge. Celestia would know because she was the moon, or at least a part of the mesmerising white mass that mortals think is ONE lifeless shape that incessantly amazes them from afar, that they fantasise and write poetry about. She would know about love and abandonment, for it was love that turned her from a celestial being to a banished, undying human. She felt she might explode into a thousand stars. But this was only the beginning of her trials on Earth, and Celestia would endure them to find her love - her perfect love, her alpha, her Romulus! No, her Romi, who Celestia hadn't seen from up close, but called out to her every night when it was dark enough for her to be seen from afar.

All Celestia could think of as she lay there in the pit was when the eternal pain would stop. She didn't know what to expect. She did not know if she would be saved from this dreadful fate or worse - if she wanted to be saved.

Now there's no pain: just darkness and the feeling of floating.